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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bully:_Scholarship_Edition
  Relationship:
      Petey_Kowalski/Gary_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Rutting, Inappropriate_Erections, Established
      Relationship, Underage_Character(s)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-26 Words: 842
****** Bored stiff ******
by Leafling
Summary
     School assemblies are meant to be tedious, but don't tell that to
     Gary.
Notes
     Soooo, I'm having writer's block... that is all.
School assemblies are meant to be tedious, but don't tell that to Gary.
There had apparently been random acts of vandalism around Bullworth—nothing to
worry about usually, given that the school was 95% insane or getting there, but
Crapplesnitch insisted that it wasn't a student's doing; that there was some
delinquent out there trying to frighten the student body with his or her
unpredictable (and mostly innocuous) acts of trespassing and rearranging
student's rooms or belongings.
It was probably interesting to listen to, the lecture. All the students were
talking amongst each other about it, hanging onto every word like a bunch of
rubes. It didn’t matter to Gary, not when he’s grinding against Pete
frantically, on the verge of coming in his pants.
Screw Crapplesnitch. Screw this boring assembly. Gary’s got more important
things to do; Pete, for one. He’s got the smaller boy rocking back into his
thrusts, gripping one of Gary’s trouser-legs like a life line, shuddering and
trying not to moan as he kept his head bowed low.
Pete’s pulse pounded in his ears. The feel of Gary's cock, hot and hard,
through the decidedly thin layers of clothing that separated them was
exhilarating; more so was the fact that they were doing this in public,
surrounded by other students, teachers and the sort. If they were caught, the
consequences...
The thought made Pete impossibly aroused. This whole thing started because of a
brush, then a nudge, then an actual push from a classmate who themselves was
trying not to get pushed around. And all of a sudden Gary was standing a
hairbreadth away. The older boy had already been touching him—flicking his ear,
poking him in the shoulder, annoying little things like that—but it’d quickly
become inappropriate touching when Pete failed to move away. "We're not
supposed to be doing this," The slighter boy had tried to protest, but figured
quickly that complaining was a fruitless endeavor after Gary growled in his
ear, “shut up.” and went about groping Pete like he owned him.
And then Pete couldn’t do more but stifle the strangled moans that threatened
to escape him as he was (manhandled) pulled closely against Gary’s chest in a
way that probably didn’t look as obvious as Pete had thought.
“Atta boy,” Gary had murmured encouragingly.
When Gary’s hands fell away from the crooks of his elbows, Pete had had the
chance to shrug the larger boy off. He didn’t. Instead, he’d gone with the ebb
and flow of things. The last time Pete had resisted, Gary had come into his
room in the middle of the night, ominously quiet; he’d looked so terrifying
with dark rings around his eyes and a half-smirk on his face. “We’re going to
play a little game. How’s about that, Pete?”
To say the least, Pete had learned his lesson. No amount of popsicles, bananas,
or other such phallic objects could prepare Pete for the kind of game Gary had
had in mind. Even the memory of it made Pete’s throat hurt. If the psycho
thought Pete was ever doing that again, he was crazier than his meds suggested.
But that was neither here nor there.
Feeling Gary’s hot breath washing over the back of his neck—how the larger boy
started panting in short and shallow bursts against his skin, Pete could tell
that the other was close. And the thought had Pete grinding back with an equal
craving for release.
It didn’t even occur to either of them that after everything was said and done,
they’d both have to walk all the way back to the dorm in their ruined trousers.
No, they were too far along for that.
Vaguely, beyond the haze of lust and the desire to come, Pete can feel the
students around them moving; huddling closer and stepping away, undulating like
waves. Through the rush of blood in his ears, there’s the sound of people
talking loudly back and forth. The loudspeaker is screeching static all over
the auditorium. In conjunction with Gary’s groping hands and grinding hips,
knowing all too well that they were hidden in plain sight, rutting mindlessly
against each other like animals—it was too much.
Pete’s climax hit him like a punch to the stomach, wrenching a tiny little cry
from him. He shuddered violently, as though someone dumped a bucket of frigid
water over his head, hands tightening and loosening their grip as his muscles
spasm.
His brain felt like a scrambled egg; a hot, wet mess like the one in his
underwear. Pete sagged against Gary, unable to support his own weight. Gary’s
hands gripped him hard enough to leave at mark, but Pete could hardly pay the
pain any mind as he felt the larger teen tense behind him, a stuttering groan
escaping him as Gary came.
The kid standing next to them scowled knowingly. Gary’s hands clung to Pete
tighter, “What…? You wanna join in, too?” The older boy taunted, making Pete
squirm. The student beside them looked away, clearly flustered.
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